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    Good luck, Glen.  I'll be in Orlando around the 7-8-9 of Jan, doing
    Disney.  I'll say a prayer for you!  :*)
    
    Ahh, Boot Camp.  Did mine at Great Lakes.  Wonder if they still issue
    that damn flat-hat?  Never did get to wear mine.
    
    Hope all your sunsets are Red!  
    
    Lee, former ETR2, USN

Anchors aweigh, my friend....


Glen, best of luck to you.  I will never ever forget a Giantsmania
where this guy calls up on the hotel room phone, telling me he's some
place I've never even heard of.  So I say to him, take a cab to the
Meadowlands Days Inn.

I get off the phone, and there's 10 pairs of eyes looking at me like
I'm nuts:

	"Where is he?" they ask.

	"Someplace I've never heard of," I replied.

	"And you told him to take a CAB to here?!!!"


Then a little later on, Isiah walked into the room 8^)


It's been great.  We'll miss you.


If you ever put into New London (at the Sub Base), call me, cause
I ALWAYS have beer in the fridge, and we can joke about Ray "Bozo"
Handley....


later,
'Saw

       Good Luck Glen!
        Orlando!! What a wimp. Real men do basic at Great
    Lakes!! I know I had fun there in the winter. 
       You'll have fun in the Navy. I'da stayed if it wasn't for all the
    chickensh*t rules. Smooth sailing!
                                            Denny

    	It was nice jawing with you Glen.  If you're ever up Boston
    way remember to look up your fellow loonies.  Maybe we cain take
    in a Celtics game or something.  8^)  Good luck.
    
    				/Don

    
    Best of luck, glen.
    
    Dickstah
    

    
    Glenn, Happy Holiday's and best of luck in da Navy. Don't forget
    to bring plenty of soap on a rope, and dramamine! 8^)
    
    
    
    Steve

    Little Princess joins the Navy.  Film @ 11!
    
    Your clone should have done the same.

    Oh Glennnnnnnnnnn,
    
    Was it the 30 days vacation per year that turned ya on?  It's
    gonna be a tough adjustment fer ya you know, actually WORKING for
    a change! ;^)
    
    I'm sorry your leaving.  It has been fun "meeting" ya and I hope that
    you do a great job and protect our shores 'cause I don't wanna
    learn another foreign language if/when we're invaded by enemy
    armies!
    
    I salute you (ya MAGGOT!!!) <-get used to that for a few weeks.  It's
    yer new name.
    
    SSgt. Kev
    

    Like the old SNL skit:
    "Port of call...Bayonne NJ, it's not just a job, it's an adventure".
                                        Denny

    Glen, take good care of yourself. And try to stay in touch. I'll miss
    your always well-timed notes and support.
    
    Peace,
    
    Doc

    GLENN, 
    
    Take good care, it was nice meeting you
    
    Dinz
    

      TAke care Glenn, and Happy Holidays....Don't spend your TFSO,  you
    will need it with the pay the navy gives;^)
    
    	Tim

    Good luck, Glen.
    
    Enjoyed meeting ya whence I were out in Colorado.
    
    JaKe
    
    

    Seems like every time one opens a notesfile lately, there's a goodbye
    note.  :-(
    
    Best of luck Glen!
    
    
    py

 Zeke, buddy who the heil you gonna leave in charge of Jesse??

 keep in touch. who know maybe we'll do another Midgetssmania...

 make sure to take your Fishbone tapes with ya.....

 really scary someday ::SPORTS might just be a graveyard....

 mike 

    
       'Saw, the REAL trip wuz gettin back to Yonkers after the
    game.  
    
       Earlier, about thetime Childs arrived with the shirts, I 
    discovered I had less money with me than I started out with.  
    I had shirt money for Steve Gaulke and Mike JN, but mine, and 
    and about $50, somehow vanished.  Must've fell out of my shoe
    where I had it.  So all through the rest of that day I'm thinking, 
    'how the hell am I gonna get home.'
    
       As we were leaving the Mecca, Hawk axed that same question.  
    With a straight face I told him,
    
       "Ain't nobody gonna mess with me?"
    
       He looked at me for a sec, laughed, then said "Yeah, okay, 
    they know when you're not from here!"
    
       Soon after, I found my way to Tom Pfau's car and got my jacket
    and other things.  Said 'see ya' to Childs along the way and went
    to call my uncle.  Right then I heard an announcement for the 
    buses leaving for Port Authority, Manhattan.  With bus ticket 
    in hand, I made like Rodney Hampton, ran over to gate D and boarded.  
    
       On the bus, there was this old geezer with one foot in the grave, 
    going on and on about 'boy Noo Yawk suah has changed in the last
    50 years.'  I sitting there thinking, 'just shaddap old man', 
    wanting the driver to hurry it up.  
    
       We get to Port Authority at about 12:30.  All I have on me
    are the bus ticket stubs, a few bucks(but not enough for the 
    Hudson Commuter Line), and 3 tokens.  I look up, as if to say
    to da man upstairs, 'I'm in your hands now.'  I walk down to 
    the subway platform and this big bro starts looking at my 
    GIANTSMANIA shirt and GIANTS hat.  I start to think 'not 
    already, let me get on the train first.'  I glare back at him
    and he says "I'm just reading your shirt man.  You went to 
    the game?"  The words "Yeah, Giants won", barely audible in
    the noise of the platform, somehow make their way out of my
    mouth.   
    
       The train comes and surprisingly, to me, it is almost 
    packed.  I take it to Columbus Circle, where I have to change
    trains.  Lots of adrenaline flowing by this time.  The passageways
    between platforms were empty and my hands kept inching up to my
    jacket pocket, where my weapon was held.  'Never go in the subway
    nekkid', my dad, uncles, and grandfathers always said.  
    
       I get on the next train, again full of people, and instead of
    going up to 242nd St. in the Bronx, it stops at 168 St.  End of
    the line.  Everyone has to get off and wait for the next train.
    By this time, it was about 1:15 or so and I'm beginning to wonder
    if I'm gonna get back to Yonkers before dawn, if ever.  
    
       We wait for 15 minutes(seemed like an hour) for the #9 train.
    Everybody boards and we start moving.  We get about halfway thru
    a tunnel somewhere between 181 St. and Dyckman St. when the
    conductor announces that we'll have to go back to 168th St and 
    get on the southbound track 'cause there's some track work being
    done further on the line.  We go back, switch tracks, and move on.
    
       The train pulls into 242nd St. at about 2am.  Not being familiar
    with da neighborhood and not enough $$ for a cab, I call my uncle
    and grandmother.  Can't put into words how nervous and worrisome
    they were that I had met with foul play.  
    
       "Where the hell are you?  We were wondering if you got mugged,
    shot, or something!," my uncle said.
    
       "I'm down here at the 242nd St. subway station.  I'm tired,
    broke, and I ain't walking all the way back to Riverdale," I 
    said.  
    
       By the time I finally got back to Yonkers, it was 2:45am.  
    Went to church later that morning, then went upstate to New
    Paltz to stay with an aunt for a few days.  Called Wardle,
    let him know I was still alive and in 1 piece.
       
       I did go back on the subway before I came back to Colo.  
    Hung out in the Village, the Garment District, haggled with
    a few street merchants over some hats, ate a Nathans hotdog,
    and had a good time.  Family thought I was crazy for riding 
    the subway again, but it was worth it!
    
    						 glen j.
    

Glen --

From the story you just described (which quite honestly had my
testicles in my throat!) tells me that should you ever have to
face combat, it'll be a cinch compared to the subway ride 8^)


BTW, if you were short cash, man, you shoulda said something!
Between the 'Mania brotherhood, we coulda coughed up enough to
get you a plane ticket to Paris....8^)


Best o' luck to you, and I meant what I said.  If you're in the
neighborhood (no subways, just lotsa deer, foxes and woodchucks)
please stop by for a beer....


later,
'Saw

    Uh, Er, Ummmmmm,
    
    Mr. Chainsaw,
    
    I'm short, desperately short on cash.  Ya see, I was planning on taking
    the wife on a trip to, say, Paris for Christmas, but I only can scratch
    up $2.37, and $1.97 of that is in pennies.  Do you think you could take
    up a collection and help me satisfy the wife???
    
    Thank You
    
    Vagrant JaKe
    

       Couldn't do it 'Saw.  There I was traveling 2,000 miles 
    and meeting you guys for the first time.  The thought crossed 
    my mind, but I felt very uncomfortable about it.  I just 
    figured don't worry about it, have a good time, and hopefully, 
    I'll make it back alright.  Which, eventually, I did.  
    
       Jesse says if he wuz with me, he would have made me ask for it.  
    Oh well. :-)
    
    
    						 glen j.   
                                                 

    >Anchors away, Glen!
    
    Silly me.  And I always thought it was anchors aweigh.
    
    MrT

    
    >>Silly me. 
    
    >>MrT
    
    For some reason, these go together well!!
    
    (8^)*
    
    JaKe
    

MrT (Silly Him) is correct.  BTW, MrT, check out my .1, first line.
*I* had it right 8^)

"Weighing anchor" is the act of pulling up your anchor.  The command,
when shouted to the men on the capstans was "Anchors a-weigh"....


I used to know the words to the song, because my dad taught it to me
when I was little.  

I don't know the words to The Navy Hymn, nor can I find it in the numerous
hymnals I possess...8^(



One of the coolest books I've ever seen was my fathers "Bluejackets Manual".
It was a very thick book given to Navy guys, with ALL kinds of stuff in
there, from first aid, rescuing overboard sailors, semaphore, seamanship,
morse code, gunnery (small arms AND artillery)...  I think I'll dig it
out when I go home for Christmas...


'Saw

Glen, good thing you weren't wearing Giantsmania Reebok's! 
Maybe you could've sold that guy your shirt! Naaaaaaaaaaaa,
not a Chi'elds original.

8^)

Steve

    
    	Later Glen.  Remember to look for the Ossifer Hanson I
    	told ya about.  Good luck ya squid! :*)
    
    	Claybone

    I enjoyed talkin' sports with ya from time to time.  It's always nice
    to talk to someone who's objective and well-informed, even if he is a 
    Faider fan.  :^)
    
    Good Luck!
    
    
    Joe
           

    Good luck Glenn...
    
    -Walt
    

    Glen swears he is a Giants fan but I thought he just pulled a 
    Wardle-vane manuver last season when the the Giants went allthe way.
    So it surpirsed me that he stuck with that steadily sinking bunch
    througout this season too. I always thought of him as a Raiders
    fan first no matter what he might say. So through the years I've
    had to dutifully hold his feet to the fire on issues surrounding
    Donks/Faids topics. It's been hard on both of us at times
    but overall we're probably about even in crow banquets.
    
    In any event, I wish you nothing but the best of luck throughout
    your Navy gig. Being an ex-Army chopper jockey, now we'll have
    another spectrum to be on opposite ends of. BEAT NAVY! :*)
    
    BoB
    
    (Who just had to get the last word in) 
     

    	Got a call from Glenn on Saturday. His 1st impression of boot camp
    was, "What the F??k did I do." But, after about 4 or 5 days, he got
    used to the idea and says it really isn't so bad. He is a section
    leader in a company of screwups. His description of this is that these
    guys don't have a clue or don't give a S??t. He is halfway thru & is
    starting "Service Week" today. He got the specialty he signed up for
    and is looking forward to getting back to the real world. He says it is
    hard being cutoff from the outside world though. He didn't get to watch
    the Super Bowl & he didn't know Magic was playing in the All-Star game.
    
    	I told him I would forward any replies to him. He says that he
    hasn't really had time to write because of all the extra duty they have
    because of everyone screwing up. He is going to drop me a short note
    with his mailing address & I will post it hear.
    
    	He says Hi to everyone in Sports & is looking  forward to getting
    out into the real world again, in 4 or 5 weeks.
    
    
    					"GO NAVY'
    

Forward this along, please:

>    He is a section
>    leader in a company of screwups. His description of this is that these
>    guys don't have a clue or don't give a S??t. 


Seems like you're officer material there, Glenn.  It does get better,
from what I hear.


Please send us any drill instructor stories, and stuff like that.


You didn't miss much in the Super Bowl.  It was a good game if you
like seeing the NFC obliterate the AFC.  8^)


When I get your mailing address I'll drop you a letter.


Have fun!


'Saw
    

 Let him know here in the real world that Pay per View had a FISHBONE concert
 on it's thursday nite Series. Just so happens I taped it for him and will get
 it to him when I get an address. and of course we miss him.....

 mike

    
    	Tell him Air Force ROOOOOLZ!  :*)
    
    	Claybroon

    re .37
    
    		I think Glenn would agree with me.
    
    	"Air Farce"
    
    			Aren't they the guys who need 10,000 ft of runway
    			to land a plane that REAL PILOTS land in 300 ft.
    
    
    				GO NAVY
    				"SQUIDS Roooooollll"

    This is Glenn Johnson's mailing address.
    
    
    	SR Glenwood Johnson
    	523316948
    	Division 2 Co. 53
    	RTC Orlando, Florida
    	32893-0053

    
    	What's up lunatics?!?  Well, boot camp is finally over, and 
    I've been home on 15-day leave, en route to EW(Electronic Warfare
    Tech)school in Pensacola, FL for 15 weeks.  Thought I'd drop a 
    line while here.  
    
    	All I can say about boot camp is that it was a royal trip, 
    and I'm glad it's over.   For about the first week, all I could
    think was 'what the f___ ever made me decide to do this.' :-)
    No news, TV, radio, and overall, being treated almost like a 
    dog, and barely having enough time to relieve oneself.  ;-)  
    To add insult to injury, female squids train in Orlando, and our 
    CC's(Company Commanders) never let us forget it.  Talk about 
    frustration.  The hardest part is fighting off sleep during classes.
    I swear I slept for almost 2 days straight once I got home.
    
       One thing that was definetely fun was talking trash about SPORTS.
    Lots of guys from Carolina, Alabama, Louisiana, Philly, and about
    4 others from Colorado.  Everyone swore that since I was from CO,
    that automatically made me a Donk fan.  I spent half my time 
    explaining that a)the Donks sip discreetly(tm) and b)the Jints
    will be back in '92.  ;-)  We even had a guy from Buffalo, and he 
    never heard the end of it once we found out the SB score.  I also
    proudly upheld the honor of the Big 8, only to have the bums fall 
    flat on their rumps in the tourney.  ;-(  Go Broons(tm)!  Go Cowboys!
    
       Of course, the mailing address has changed.  Once settled, I'll
    drop another line to Paul and he'll post it here.  Anchors aweigh
    and all that rot!
    
    
    						 glen j.     
    
    

    Here is Glenwood's new address
    
    
    
    			SA Glenwood Johnson
    			SSN 523316948
    			NTTC Box 2076, Corry Station
    			Pensacola, Florida 32511-5000